One deranged gunman, 50 beautiful lives cut short in a few short minutes. A sense of perspective.
Ugandan children abandoned by their birth mothers yet still singing and dancing because love and generosity defies biology. A sense of perspective.
Hundreds of migrants still making the dangerous crossing everyday, not knowing what lies on the other side but firmly believing that ANYTHING is better than this. A sense of perspective.
THERE IS ENOUGH TO GO ROUND.
A less than perfect house: A sense of perspective. (You have a safe, warm roof over your head.)
A recipe gone wrong: A slap-in-the-face sense of perspective. (You have access to fresh food.)
Worrying about not “having it all”: A sense of perspective. (You have more than enough)
On the days when I’m feeling it’s all too much, I remind myself that it’s because I’m lucky to have SO much.
On days when I’m feeling poor, I count my riches.
On the days when I’m feeling alone, I remember that I’m blessed to have friends of all shapes, sizes and colours all over the world.
The thing is: